1011 One Star Dou Zong

Yao Lao within the light cluster looked at the frowning purple-clothed, old man in the large, dark-black hall. He involuntarily laughed, "Qin Tian, are you feeling an uneasiness?"

The expression of the purple-clothed, old man became slightly cold when he heard Yao Lao's words. He faintly said, "Yao Chen, you should just look after yourself. If the hall's chief did not fancy your alchemist skill, do you think that you would have lived until now?"

Yao Lao's head moved a little. It caused the chain to emit a 'clang' sound. His eyelids were slowly shut as he coldly laughed, "The old me is not a softie like you."